Best Friends Forever

by Dawn Pendleton

  Taking control, I flip her off me so she’s on her belly on my bed, her ass high enough in the air to show that she’s only wearing a black thong underneath the silky black teddy. I run my hands over her firm ass, loving that she’s not a twig. There’s delicious flesh on her bones and I massage her cheeks, loving the way she moans and arches, her chest lifting up off the bed.

  “You like it when I touch your ass?” I whisper, thinking I might be able to get into the whole BDSM thing.

  She whimpers and I land a resounding smack! on her left cheek, marring the beautiful pale skin. After a quick gasp, I delve my fingers between her thighs, seeking that heat. I find her soaked, turned on and willing; her pussy accepts my probing finger and another moan escapes her lips.

  “Nolan!” she groans. I don’t go too deep with my finger, but I slip in a second to stretch her, preparing her for me. I don’t want her in pain. On her knees, she thrusts her ass back at my hand and I put a calming hand on her back.

  “Easy, baby. We’ve got all night,” I say.

  She turns to look at me, and when I pull my fingers out and press them firmly to her clit, her eyes roll into the back of her head and her eyelids flutter closed. More determined than ever to please her, I retract my fingers, ignoring her groan of protest and putting my hands on her hips to help her turn over.

  I tug her panties down and toss them somewhere across the room. She’s smooth, and I can tell she’s been planning this. I get on my knees next to the bed and start my torture. I nip at her thighs, delighted by the way her skin jumps at my touch. I soothe each bite with my tongue, getting her used to me touching her.

  Sliding my palms up and around her thighs to cup her ass, I lift her to my mouth and smile at her loud gasp. Her fingers clutch my hair and I can’t tell if she’s trying to push me away or pull me closer, not that I care. Her taste is so sweet, so addicting, I may never stop. I lick her thoroughly and then focus my attention on her clit, sucking the tender nub into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Her ass lifts off the bed, pushing her pussy into my face, and I push back, trying to give her as much as I can.

  My dick is so hard, I think I might come in my boxers, but I know that’s not what she wants. It isn’t what I want, either, but visions of Hazel dance in my mind and suddenly, I’m picturing the tortured brunette beneath me instead of the busty blonde. Without breaking contact, I move my hand to my nightstand and fumble around for a condom, knowing I’ll need to invest in more if I keep having days like this.

  I drag Destiny’s ass to the edge of the bed for better leverage and continue to lap at her entrance while I rip open the foil packet and roll on the condom. Once I’m ready, I put my hands on Destiny’s legs and push them back, opening her even wider for me. I apply just the right amount of pressure and then she comes, her scent hot on my tongue while she covers her own mouth with her hands to contain the scream of pleasure that erupts.

  I imagine Hazel beneath me, begging for my cock and talking dirty to me, and without much thought, I stand, slamming myself into her, my dick throbbing so hard I can hardly contain myself. Her gasp of pain jolts me back to reality.

  “It’s okay, baby,” I groan against her ear, kissing her neck and throat. “It’ll go away.” And for both of our sakes, I hope the pain goes away fast. I’m not going to last long.

  She’s so tight, so virginal; pride rises up in me. I’m her first. I imagine I’m Hazel’s first and thrust against her, testing her pain. She moans and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I know she’s good so I let loose, pounding into her with all my strength, not bothering to check to see if she’s alright. I pump in and out until I feel her tense against me.

  “It’s okay, I promise,” I whisper, silently begging her to come so I can too.

  She holds her breath and squeezes her eyes shut and tenses, her whole body frozen in place while I fuck her. When she goes limp, her body sinking into the mattress and the breath rushing from her lips, I let go, groaning loudly and then falling against her, not bothering to shield her from my weight.

  What a night.

  Eight

  I wake up an hour later, Destiny wrapped comfortably in my arms, her platinum hair dancing wildly against my nose. I swat it out of the way and lean back, away from her. My phone is on silent, on the nightstand behind us, but the room lights up with a notification and I roll over to check it.

  It’s a text from Hazel. My heart skips. Does she know about me and Des? I’m worried she’ll be jealous, but she only wants to know about our mission to ruin Cheyanne.

  Is this still a go? I have everything ready, but I want to make sure you’re still on board.

  I type out a quick yes and wait for her reply. I don’t get one. Instead, I get a message from an unknown number, the number I know is our decoy cell phone. I open it with pride and read what she’s written.

  Attention Coastal students! There is a mother among you. Three years ago, our own Cheyanne Hanley, the redhead in the Maple residence hall, got knocked up. With a toddler at home, how can she justify leaving the poor guy? Oh, that’s easy. Her baby daddy is none other than Roman Callahan!

  It’s an amazing text, with just the right amount of information. People will be flooding Cheyanne and Roman’s phones, as well as flocking to them wherever they go to get more details. I smile at my phone but don’t write back. After all the excitement of the night, I definitely need sleep.

  * * * * *

  I wake the next morning to someone kissing my neck. I dreamt of Hazel all night and I almost say her name aloud, but I open my eyes first.

  Staring at me is Des, her pretty blue eyes lit up in delight. She makes her way down my body and tugs my boxers down, revealing my morning wood. She’s a temptress as she wraps both hands around my erection, biting her lip in concentration. I watch, entranced, as she leans down and wraps her lush pink lips around the head. I groan and close my eyes, imagining Hazel again.

  Minutes later, I come in her mouth and Destiny swallows it, grinning up at me. “I figured I owed you after last night,” she says and then hops off the bed, still wearing the black silk teddy. She grabs her coat and zips it up, keeping her attire completely concealed. She gives me a wink and then slips through the door and out of my room.

  I throw my head back on my pillow and rub my sleepy eyes with my palms. There’s so much drama this year. I can’t imagine what the rest of the year is going to be like.

  Almost as if on cue, a knock lands on my door. I fumble with my boxers, shoving my dick back through the slot and then tossing my blanket over my lower half for good measure.

  “Come in.”

  The door opens and I’m not sure who I’m expecting, but I definitely don’t expect Roman. “Hey, man, just saw Destiny sneaking out of your room. Good job finally taking her V card.”

  His congratulations is a hard reality. I was ready to break up with Des, why on earth did I sleep with her? Revenge. I wanted to hurt Hazel, and I know sleeping with Des will do the trick. I smile at my internal struggle, knowing that I’ve always been a player and will continue to be one, long after Hazel is gone. Eventually, I’ll get her out of my system. Until then, I plan to have her as often as I can, despite her words last night.

  “Yeah, it was a fun night,” I say as I sit up, wondering if he has any idea I also screwed his ex-girlfriend. I doubt it, though.

  “Looks like it. Listen, did you tell anyone about Deacon?” he asks, his face scrunched up with worry.

  “Of course not,” I answer honestly. Hazel already knew about his kid.

  “Well, someone is trying to ruin our lives,” he continued, running a hand through his hair.

  “Who the hell would do that? And what do you mean – ruin your life how?”

  “Did you check your texts this morning?”

  “No, not yet.”

  “Check them,” he insists and I swipe my phone off the nightstand. I open my texts and glance at the message from the mystery number.

  “Whose numb
er is that?”

  “I have no idea. There’s no information about the owner of the phone because it’s prepaid, but it’s local, which means it’s someone I know. I swear to God, if I ever find out who did this, I’ll kill him,” he threatens and I have to bite back a laugh.

  “Or her,” I say, just to throw him off track.

  His eyes fly to mine in surprise. “Hazel!”

  Without another word, he’s gone. I jump out of bed and throw on some khaki shorts, hoping that I’m not too late. I race after him and appear in the doorway of Cheyanne and Hazel’s room just as Roman rips the blanket off Hazel, all but dragging her out of bed with a secure grip on her arm. Hazel flinches in pain and glares at Roman, her eyes throwing daggers.

  “Did you do this?” Roman asks, although it seems like he’s already got her pegged. I hope she doesn’t give in to him.

  “Do what?”

  “Roman! What are you doing? Let her go,” Cheyanne commands. “She didn’t do it.”

  He whirls around to face Cheyanne, who is sitting on her bed. “How do you know?”

  “Let her go,” I say, forcing three sets of eyes to glare at me. “I’m RA whether you want to accept it or not. I can’t let you barge into a girl’s dorm and manhandle one of them.”

  “Fuck off, Nolan. This is none of your business.” Roman turns back to Cheyanne. “How do you know she didn’t do it?”

  Cheyanne sighs. “Because I checked her purse while she was asleep. Sorry, Hazel.”

  Roman relaxes his grip on Hazel, but it’s not enough. “There, you see? It wasn’t her. So let her go, Rome.”

  “Shouldn’t you be fucking your blonde bitch of a girlfriend?” he sneers, just to get a rise out of me.

  To my surprise, and his dismay, it’s Hazel who gets pissed off at his comment. Her left hand comes out of nowhere and her fist slams into his jaw. He lets go of her, but she advances on him.

  “You think you’re just a fucking hotshot, don’t you, Roman? You ever touch me again and I’ll aim for something much more precious to you than your face. Now get the fuck out of my room.” Considering her height, she seems larger than Roman and has him cowering in seconds.

  He walks past me and then turns back, holding his jaw. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

  I give him a shove to get him moving and close their door, refusing to ask if Hazel is okay. I can’t let her know I care still.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t call the cops,” I tell him as we walk down the hall.

  “Just leave me alone. I know you’ve been sniffing around her since I dropped her. Trust me, she’s not worth your time,” he says viciously and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to slam his head into the wall.

  I’ve never been one to fight, but I know my appearance is intimidating, so I use that to my advantage. “I’ve got a girlfriend,” I say, putting a hand on his arm to stop him. “And if you think I’m going to let you talk about my girl’s best friend like that, you’re wrong.” I step forward and he retreats, his back meeting the wall. “I expect you to apologize to her later today. You’ve got no fucking right to treat her that way. Cheyanne confirmed she didn’t send the text, so lay off. She’s innocent.”

  “I guess I should ask your dumb-blonde girlfriend if she did it, huh?” He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with my show of dominance.

  Just for fun, I slam my fist into the wall beside his head, cracking the drywall. He flinches. “Talk about Des that way again, and next time, it’ll be your head that breaks the wall. Fuck off, Roman,” I say, repeating his words to me.

  Nine

  As long as we’ve been friends, I can’t believe Rome would talk about my girl that way. Something is up with him, and although I’m pissed and don’t really want to know, I care. He’s my friend, always.

  I recognize that we both need some space to calm down. I might need more time, though. Having my best friend dis the two girls I’ve slept with in the last twenty-four hours is a little infuriating. Not that he knows about Hazel. I think he’d be pissed, and with every right to be, if he knew I slept with his ex.

  Whatever, I think. We’ll sort it out, eventually. For now, I need to talk to Hazel and figure out where her head is. With a full day of classes, though, I know I won’t see her until our calculus class. With a resigned sigh, I hit the showers, expecting them to be empty.

  To my chagrin, Hazel is in one of the stalls. I walk right over to her and peer over the shower stall. The girl is definitely hot. Long legs, flat stomach, and toned arms all wrapped up in baby-soft skin that begs to be touched.

  “Hey, sexy girl,” I say to her back. When she turns around, I’m rewarded with the sight of her beautiful breasts, nipples taut under the stream of water.

  She puts her hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?”

  “Mmm, I couldn’t get enough,” I answer her, pulling open the door. I lift the hem of my shirt as I step up into the shower and Hazel doesn’t push me out. A good sign. Before I can drop my arms, she’s unbuttoning my jeans. They drop and her skin meets mine in delicious agony. I put my shower bag on the hook in the stall then wrap my arms around her wet body. Once I step out of my shower shoes and jeans, I push her back against the stall. Under the steady pulse of the stream, I follow the path of the water along her sweet skin.

  She doesn’t argue with me and I continue, moving my way down her body, giving direct attention to each of her pretty pink nipples, sucking them into my mouth on at a time. She throws her head back as my hand snakes down her belly and under her to the prize beneath. She’s so hot, so wet, I push my fingers inside her and put as much pressure as I can on her g-spot. She moans again, her body almost limp with pleasure. I decide to take it a step further.

  I kneel down in front of her, lifting her left thigh up and over my shoulder and set my lips on her. Her succulent flesh fills my mouth and I growl into her. I feel her fingers delve into my wet hair, pulling the strands and forcing my head closer to her body. Just as she shudders against me, the door to the bathroom open. I hear laughter and glance up to Hazel, whose eyes are locked on the door.

  “Hey, Hazel!” Des calls, and I hear her slip into the stall next to this one. I thank the heavens that these stalls go all the way to the floor, preventing her from seeing my feet.

  Panicked, Hazel looks at me, but I stay where I am and Hazel gathers her wits. “Hey. girl. How’s it going? What are you doing in this building?” I press lazy kisses to the inside of her thigh, gently massaging her calves.

  “It’s good. The maintenance people are working on our showers. We don’t have any running water at all, so they sent everyone to different residence buildings to get showers this morning. So, I guess you and Nolan didn’t study last night. Which is a good thing. We finally did it!”

  Hazel tenses against me and I freeze, too. This is the last place I want to be for this conversation. I knew it would be inevitable, but to sit here and listen to it? Not my idea of a good time. Hazel’s hands are in my hair, pulling it roughly. I look up at her.

  “Oops,” she says, her body wash slipping off the shelf and onto the floor. It smashes into my big toes and I bite back a grunt. She leans over to pick up the bottle and whispers to me. “Don’t touch me.” Her teeth are grit together, but when she stands back up, she pushes me away and forces a grin toward Des. “Tell me everything!”

  Her fake excitedness worries me, but Des doesn’t pick up on it. “Oh, he was so sweet, Hazel! I think I am the luckiest girl alive. I have a feeling he might be the one!”

  I cringe. Hearing that makes me feel like scum. But what else could I do? Telling her the truth would have broken her heart and not sleeping with her would have hurt her, too. I guess I’m destined to hurt the women in my life. Hazel. I keep my eyes on her and I notice, as she showers, that there are tears in her eyes that she tries to play off as water. She wipes them away and smiles at her friend as Des goes into way too much detail about last nigh
t, even telling Hazel how much it hurt and felt like she was being torn apart.

  I’m more than a little grossed out by the description she gives. Hazel mumbles encouraging words, but I can tell she’s plotting my death. Thinking about how wonderful she tasted, I move against her again, running my hands up and down her legs. I’m surprised when she doesn’t push me away. In fact, when I get near her inner thighs, she spreads them a little, allowing me access as she washes herself. Not one to deny myself, I lean in and taste her again.

  Hazel washes her long hair and the soap gets in my eyes, but I don’t stop my ministrations. I keep at it until I can tell she might come again. I slowly back off, not wanting her to scream or moan in front of Des.

  “Aren’t you done yet?” Des asks a few minutes later, shutting off the shower stream in her stall.

  “I have to shave my legs,” Hazel replies. I cup my hand around the back of her knee and lift her leg up and over my shoulder again.

  “Alright. Well, I have to get ready for my next class. I’ll see you later, okay?” After a brief pause, the bathroom door opens again and closes, leaving me alone with Hazel.

  I try to press farther into her to give her another orgasm, but she pulls away, removing her leg. I stand up, my knees sore from being on the tile so long. When I move to wrap my arms around her, she slaps me.

  “How dare you! Do you really think it’s okay to sleep with two girls in less than a day? How disgusting are you?”

  I know there’s no excuse for my behavior, but I try to appeal to her senses. “Look, Des would have known something was up if I didn’t sleep with her. She came to my room last night and had this whole seduction planned. I didn’t want to sleep with her. In fact, when I fucked her, I pictured you. I imagined it was you whose virginity I was taking.” I drop my voice low. “I wanted it to be you.”

  She sighs. “That’s almost romantic. The problem is, it wasn’t me. And Des is going to hate you now, if she ever finds out that you slept with me first.”